TWO OUT OF THREE AIN'T BAD | open, practicing

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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8.5pt;line-height:130%;font-family:verdana]His wings unfolded delicately, the oversized appendages instinctively began to stretch out. If one didn't know about his horrendous anger issues and notice the way his jaw was slightly off maybe someone would find him pretty. With the light shining off him, the fragile glittering of the stardust around him, and his uniquely colored eyes there was a chance, anyway. If someone did notice his flaws, like his jaw, or his ridiculously lanky build, or maybe that he had awful posture they'd probably just think he was some weird looking kid trying to do something weird. Which he was.


    Nervously he glanced around before running forward until his wings caught air. Astra gasped at the intense focus of his muscles as they stretched and manuevered. Without hesitation he went for the ground in an attempt to scoop up a mouse like some sort of predatory bird, but stumbled instead. "Ow," he muttered, but besides the small whine he was pretty much fine.


    // This is a crappy thread urgh my muse is Killin me


    [align=center]・゚★ ☾ jesus don't want me for a sunbeam [i]sunbeams are never made like me[/i][/align]
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    "You alright there?"


    The small but concerned voice of Stormkit came as she made her way over to where Astralprojection had stumbled. The lanky munchkin was pretty unique, she had to say. Never before had she come across a winged feline speckled in stardust. Oliver was a griffin, but that was a bit different. Gray eyes trained on the male, the black smoke she-kit offered a small paw, outstretched as an offer of support.
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    [align=center][size=8][sub][color=white][b]back in windclan[/b]![/color] [url='https://feralfront.com/thread/2502860-the-calm-before-the-storm-stormpaw-s-bio/']bio *[/url] ex-guardian — 6 moons — attack in[color=lightslategray][b] lightslategray[/b][/color] — played by [url='https://feralfront.com/user/8312-mikka/']mikka[/url][/size] [img]http://33.media.tumblr.com/424558bdbb3839dbff45142ff2ba50df/tumblr_mwvta2AJjG1shho8io1_500.gif[/img]
  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Astra had anger issues, and slanted jaw, but Cherviltea didn't see them as any less of an individual. Everyone had flaws, after all - and perhaps, the collie could understand at times, when they happened to lash out at others. Such was why he had kicked-in Ululare's skull, and crushed his throat, when he had only been planning on holding him as a hostage. Such was why he still happened to hold a grudge against Coralie, though such was simmering anyhow, with time. Nobody was of utmost perfection, after all: and if one was, then Cherviltea doubted that he'd ever be able to trust someone, whom seemed to have inherited no faults.


    "Astra, are you okay?" Cherviltea would inquire, shortly after Stormkit, drawing to a halt beside the other. He knew he was echoing the question, but such words were drawn automatically from the male, as worry managed to crease his expression. They had been rather close in succeeding with their swoop, too.. However, the collie was sure that they'd manage to nail the maneuver, with enough practice.


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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8.5pt;line-height:130%;font-family:verdana]"I'm fine," he muttered, feeling humiliated. Of course others would watch him fall like an idiot. Jesus, every moment of his life had to be broadcasted, didn't it? That's what happened when you lived in such a small community. Just a lot of emberassing moment mapped out from his first word to his last...Why was he so darn dramatic? Honestly. "Like, I'm trying at least," he grumbled before pushing himself up, ignoring Stormkit's paw. "Jeez."


    [align=center]・゚★ ☾ jesus don't want me for a sunbeam [i]sunbeams are never made like me[/i][/align]
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    Stormkit blinked a bit as Astralprojection blatantly rejected her help. Normally the she-kit would be pissed by the male's self-pity, but she didn't know him. She didn't know what he had gone through to put him in that unhealthy state of mind. Instead, she mildly accepted it and backed off, giving him space. "Is that how you hunt?" the black smoke inquired, genuinely curious. It could be met with backlash, but she couldn't care less. She was a kit, and she was curious.
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    [align=center][size=8][sub][color=white][b]back in windclan[/b]![/color] [url='https://feralfront.com/thread/2502860-the-calm-before-the-storm-stormpaw-s-bio/']bio *[/url] ex-guardian — 6 moons — attack in[color=lightslategray][b] lightslategray[/b][/color] — played by [url='https://feralfront.com/user/8312-mikka/']mikka[/url][/size] [img]http://33.media.tumblr.com/424558bdbb3839dbff45142ff2ba50df/tumblr_mwvta2AJjG1shho8io1_500.gif[/img]